Chapter 25 - Donna
Feeling Nicholas’s reaction to the news on my lips is more satisfying than anything I’ve felt before. My toes curl, and my body tingles in all the right places.
Or maybe it’s because I feel lighter that everything feels more intense now.
I’ve just told him the secret I’d been keeping for two days—a secret that was gnawing on my existence—but I had to find the perfect opportunity to tell him.
I guess that’s what makes our relationship work well. We seem to be in alignment at the most unexpected times, like how he thought to surprise me with a day away from Wells. Coming to Terramor was ideal, and I was able to reveal the secret and my feelings for him.
In hindsight, not telling him I loved him was something weighing heavily on my heart since last summer. Though tragic, it was unspoken love that had turned to hatred.
Now that love blooms between us, nothing weighing us down. I can feel it in our kiss, so featherlight, so freeing, so liberating as his tongue freely explores the cavity of my mouth.
My body is nothing more than a pliant mass that he molds and bends to his will, his skillful, strong hands groping and squeezing, kneading my soft body in all the right places.
He breaks our passionate kiss, a hand lightly fisted in my hair as if he’s holding me upright, keeping my head steady.
His eyes flit to the necklace—my graduation gift with the teardrop moonstone pendant—and his breath catches as if there’s silent communication between him and the jewel. He lifts his eyes back to mine, his hand loosening from my hair so his fingers crawl to my neck.
“I brought you out here tonight to do something I should have done a long time ago,” he admits, his voice a deep, husky drawl like he’s a starved creature begging for some form of sustenance.
When his eyes flicker to my neck, to the spot he begins rubbing a circle over with the pad of his thumb, I already know what he means.
My body instantly reacts to his touch, back arching to push my chest forward, my head lolling back to give him access to my scent gland.
“It’s about damn time…” I purr, meeting his eyes through the veil of my lashes. “There’s nothing I want more than to be yours, Alpha Nicholas Bartalow….”
Nicholas’s lips part on his exhale that almost sounds like a gasp. He leans in then, breath hotter than the water in the hot tub as it fans my neck. His lips ghost across my skin, almost there, but not quite, when he presses a loose, open-mouthed kiss on my collarbone instead.
Perhaps it’s impatience that prompts the groan that reverberates in my chest, but I grab a fistful of Nicholas’s hair and tug at the roots.
But he doesn’t relent, and instead chuckles, the heavy sound rocking me above him as he slides the straps of my bathing suit off my shoulders.
When he draws his head back, most of his face is shielded by my mounds, only his eyes, dark and lustful, peeking up at me through his damp lashes. There’s a glint of green mischief in them while his hands smooth over my arms.
He reads the disbelief in my eyes and becomes more amused, lips curling to a sly smirk, and just when I’m about to protest his teasing, he slides his hands over my breasts and gives them both a gentle but firm squeeze.
“Oh!” I cry out from the pleasure when my nipples are rolled between his thumbs and index fingers. Sensation rushes through me in stormy waves, an explosion of pleasure coursing through every nerve fiber in my body and turning me more pliant.
Nicholas continues teasing my nipples as he nibbles the flesh covering my collarbones.
His audible breathing adds to my heightened awareness until I’m rocking my body onto him.
Between my thighs, his rigid erection burns against my folds, and I’m grinding my hips, desperate for friction, desperate to feel him inside me.
The last time we’d been together, Nicholas had been gentle because I was still a virgin.
This time, he isn’t holding back when he rips the spandex material off my torso, tearing it from my tummy down to between my thighs.
In one swift motion, he rips all of my bathing suit out, flinging what’s left of it out of the hot tub.
Somehow, he uses that same hasty expertise to remove his shorts, then plants his hands on my bare ass.
He sucks in a breath through gritted teeth, eyes glossed over with lust as he hungrily devours my body with his intense gaze. Those penetrating eyes come up to my face, reeling in my soul through my own eyes as his hands begin traveling to my thighs.
“You are really beautiful, Donna…” he whispers with praise, in awe. “I wish you could see yourself through my eyes….”
“I do,” I say sincerely, seeing my face reflected in the mirrors of his eyes. “I do see myself in your eyes, that’s why I know this is where I’m supposed to be.”
Nicholas’s brows furrow lightly, and his eyes soften for a moment.
“You’re mine, Donna,” he breathes before drawing me down, his lips meeting mine.
“Mine…” he rasps against my lips, the kiss passionate as he rearranges me on top of him, aligning my core and his cock in the perfect angle.
All it takes is for me to slide down to take his cock inside my aching hole, walls opening up like a flower in bloom for its fated mate.
His lips leave mine, only to pepper kisses along my jawline until he reaches my neck. My head tilts, my body flowing in a rhythm of riding his thick shaft while he holds me securely, protectively, possessively as his canines distend with an audible, metallic sound.
My breath catches through my moans, my heart stalling while everything around me slows as if this moment is singled out, and that’s when his sharp canines pierce the flesh surrounding my scent gland.
My eyes spring open, and I watch the stars twinkling in the sky, feeling as if I’m soaring with them, my body bursting with the electric sensations that begin from my neck.
It pulses through me while his cock throbs inside me, spreading out my walls.
The amalgamation of sensations running through me turns me wild, feral, and my nails bite into Nicholas’s shoulder blades as I hang on for dear life.
I don’t know where I end or begin, and once Nicholas has claimed me, I don’t even care anymore.
I’m neither here nor there, but wherever Nicholas is.
And right now, he’s deep inside me, rocking my hips in a smooth rhythm that steadily escalates, hands gripping my waist as he commands the movement. Our lips are only an inch apart, our breaths hot against each other, and when I kiss him, I can taste a hint of my blood on his tongue.
The kiss tastes possessive, and I realize I’ve never felt safer than I do now. Every fear that I could have had was overcome with him—from the fear of small spaces to the fear of who I was becoming when I began discovering my powers.
Nicholas has always been my anchor in this world, a pillar of strength that has allowed me to shine brilliantly as the powerful werewolf and witch I was born to be. I’ve discovered my power, but I’ve also discovered his, and it’s to be exactly what I need him to be.
As I continue riding him, his cock swelling even further between my walls, I lift my head to gaze deeply into his eyes.
He stares back, completely smitten, completely fixed on my soul as he cups my face, one hand protectively placed on my neck where he’d claimed me.
“I love you, Donna Rivera,” he whispers warmly, and my lips lift into a smile as I slow down, hands planted on his chest.
“Donna Rivera Bartalow,” I correct him with a sly smirk. “You’re not just my fated mate, but you’re my husband,” I remind him, and his eyes soften.
“Donna Rivera Bartalow…” he repeats, drawing me closer. “You are my everything, my world.”
Our lips meet for a passionate, heartfelt kiss that curls my toes as Nicholas and I reach climax in unison. Our bodies flow together, shuddering as we both come, and his arms wind around me with protectiveness as he allows me to ride out the high.
As my head lies on his shoulder, my lips curl into a smile. I’ve never been happier than I am right now, and it’s all because I belong to Alpha Nicholas Bartalow.
I am his, and he is mine, and nothing will ever come between us again.